"Aren't there any effective hair growth potions in the Church Hospital and the Royal College of Medicine?"

The situation was roughly in line with Martin's estimate, and he wanted to ask whether there was no medicine or if there was already a corresponding medicine that was just out of reach of the people at the bottom.

"Of course."

Juncker took a vial of purple liquid from the top of the medicine cabinet, poured it into an iron bucket and diluted it with water, then took out a bristle brush and began disinfecting the ground and the equipment in the store.

"Haven't you seen those nobles? More than half of them don't have much hair. ”

"And the rich businessmen, their situation is even worse. If there were a cure, would these people still be like this? ”

Juncker scrubbed the floor and looked up and smiled.

"But there's a way to stop hair loss."

Juncker's expression became a little strange.

"How?"

Martin hurriedly asked.

Juncker stopped scrubbing and looked up at Martin.

"The teacher told me that the men who serve the king in the palace basically do not suffer from hair loss, what do he call these people..."

Juncker looked thoughtful.

"Eunuch! Yes, it was a word that I thought was novel at the time, why don't these people lose their hair! ”

"Later, when the teacher explained, I realized that none of them can be considered men!"

Juncker pursed his lips and shook his head:

"It's said that some merchants selling young children in the East Side would do such a thing, and those children are too pitiful to think about."

"Isn't this a eunuch? But it doesn't seem like eunuchs lose their hair..."

Martin raised an eyebrow, this method can't be called a method.

"Why do you suddenly care about this? Are you..."

Juncker stopped talking, remembering that Martin seemed to have been wearing that gentleman's hat all along, and had never even seen him take it off.

"Not what you think."

Martin smiled, he took out the bottle of [Craty's garland], handed it to Juncker and said:

"As I said before, I also have a certain amount of research on various herbs, I found some medicinal materials in the warehouse, so I prepared a bottle of hair growth potion, which is the secret recipe of my hometown, and the effect is still good."

"So I want to give you, let them try it when you receive those customers."

Juncker took the glass bottle, shook the mushy liquid inside, and asked:

"I thought you were just talking... What are its main ingredients? ”

"Purple ginger powder, and sticky capes, um... I also added some Nightingale to it. ”

"You know, it's not the material that matters, it's the mix ratio."

Martin's answer was vague, and there was nothing strange about it, after all, it was the "secret recipe" of his hometown.

"Does purple ginger go with spirits? It's a new way of thinking. ”

Juncker nodded, he opened the bottle, approached the mouth and sniffed lightly.

"This taste... It's so rich... Do you want to drink it? ”

He smelled the strong, spicy smell.

"No, no, no, just apply it and apply it to the skin that needs to grow hair."

For the instructions for use, Martin carefully advised:

"Don't let them apply it to other areas."

Juncker was slightly puzzled, perhaps skeptical of the effect of this potion, in his thoughts, if there really was such a "secret recipe", then it should have been spread among those nobles.

But he nodded his head in confidence, and he closed the bottle tightly and continued:

"For new medicines, teachers usually go to animal shelters and adopt some animals to do drug experiments. So I'll go to the teacher first and ask for his opinion. ”

"If it's okay, I'll recommend it to anyone in need, but I'll also explain that it's a pharmacist's 'hometown secret'."

Martin nodded in satisfaction, he fully understood Juncker's approach, and although Juncker was only an apprentice, he maintained a rigorous attitude, which is important for a pharmacist.

For the next day or so, Martin spent the next day making potato chips and serving them to the guests who came to the Mercury Fountain - absorbing the power of "gluttony".

In addition to this, Martin also followed the advice of the white-faced Cook and exercised at high intensity every day until his body was out of strength.

He could clearly feel the improvement of his physical fitness, and his digestion of the [Virgin's Body] was further strengthened.

And with the accumulation of the power of "gluttony" in his body, he also noticed that his body had changed somewhat, his food intake became more, but his weight did not change, nor did he become stronger, but he looked stronger.

The black and white cookbooks didn't fall into slumber anymore, and Martin continued to feed them with the remnants of the Crashers, hoping for more potion recipes, but ultimately got nothing.

It's not because the two cookbooks failed in tasting, they basically tasted the recipes hidden in the "meat", but those were the previous ones, and there were no new recipes.

This is also a normal thing, after all, the source of the residue in Martin's hand is relatively single, and now he has found three and a half potions from it: [Morning Dew of the Sea], [Lava Kiss], and [Carath].

"Philosopher's Stone" only knows the name now, and the formula is unknown, so it can only be regarded as half a serving.

It's already a lot.

Martin began to think about the same question as before: Where can the flesh of the Crashers come from?

He currently had two ideas, one was the Shepherd's Club and the other was the Dark Alchemy Society, and he remembered the "help" that the "Pharaoh's Serpent" had said.

Relatively speaking, the club is more likely to be exposed to the remnants of the collapse, and Martin has some expectations for the next report to the club.

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On December 5, at 8 a.m., Martin had finished breakfast with Belisarius and Juncker.

Today is the day he reports from the Shepherds' Club.

He got up early, packed himself, and after breakfast, he was ready to go out.

Although the last time he went to the Sunflower Carriage with Hines was the auction house's carriage to pick them up, he already knew how to get to the auction house from the last time he came back.

For some reason, the Sunflower Carriage is not located in the more prosperous West District, but is also located in the Red Church District, which is more powerful in the church, and it is not very far from the [Mercury Spring].

After greeting Belisarius and them, Martin went out to Capernaum's Avenue in front of the Red Chapel, intending to take a public carriage at the stop.

This is currently the most common form of public transport in the Cavides, and it is said that the town hall is planning to install a new type of transport to replace the horse-drawn carriage, but Martin has not yet seen it.

There are two types of public carriages in Cavedes, trackless carriages and rail-drawn carriages.

The price of a trackless carriage is relatively more expensive, because there is no track, the carriage is generally pulled by two large horses, and its carriage is smaller and the number of passengers is smaller, so the price is more expensive.

The railroad carriage has a fixed route, and the long rails are embedded in the ground, which greatly reduces the burden on the horses, which can be easily pulled by only one horse, and can accommodate a larger number of customers.

Horse-drawn carriage stops can be found in front of some of the key locations in Cavides, such as the Town Hall, the Royal Faculty of Medicine, the Ecclesiastical School, and the main factories in the East End.

In front of the Red Church and the Sunflower Carriage, there are also two stops.

The last time the carriage came back from the auction house, it was a public carriage, and after signing the contract, Plechis showed him the way and gave him change for the carriage ride.

From this point of view alone, the fat gentleman is still good.

Martin didn't have to wait long, and a public carriage with green paint and yellow wheels slowly approached from afar along the tracks.

The carriage was divided into two levels, with stairs in front and rear for passengers to get on and off, and a wooden staircase at the rear leading to the second floor of the carriage, which of course was open-air.

The guardrails around the second floor were surrounded by white wooden planks, and there were many advertisements written on the wooden boards, and Martin recognized one of them as about quinine sparkling water, which can cure malaria, and many people came to [Mercury Spring] to inquire.

"Jingle bells-"

With the crisp sound of bells, the carriage stopped in front of Martin, it was still early in the morning, and there were not many people waiting for the car, but many people got off, and most of them were destined for Capernaum.

That's why this site was established.

Stating the address where he was going, handing the coachman three bronze coins of holy water, Martin went up the stairs to the second floor of the carriage, enjoying a rare time to spare.

Martin had actually walked the road all over the place, the last time he rode in the auction house's carriage, but the last time Anne and the others were talking in the carriage together, he didn't have a chance to observe the street scene, but this time he could finally take a good look.

The weather was good on both days, with the sun shining on the damp streets to dispel the mist, and the streets were crowded with people hurrying and vendors selling fruit, bread and tobacco.

About a quarter of an hour later, the carriage stopped in front of a three-story building, the most striking feature of which was the bell tower in the middle and the huge carriage motif filled with sunflowers.

The auction house arrived.

Getting out of the car, donning the Iron Lamb badge and pressing his hat, Martin pushed open the huge wooden door carved with golden sunflowers and walked inside.

Unlike the hustle and bustle of the auction, there was no one in the hall at the moment, and the rows of empty seats seemed a little lonely.

Martin walked past the rows of chairs to the auction table at the innermost part of the hall, where he noticed a large mural on the wall behind the auction table.

The mural occupies almost the entire wall, and the oil paint on it is so vivid and dense that it seems to be dripping down at any moment.

The mural as a whole presents a circle surrounded by branches, and in the center of it is a bright red fruit, which is dotted with crystal dew; Beyond the branches, there are intricate patterns, naked women, coiled poisonous snakes, tender green leaves, strange creatures...

And on the cascading branches, nine flowers of different colors bloom.

The sunflower is in the most striking position, and the golden flower spikes are like beating flames, which are blooming with fanatical vitality.

In addition to this, Martin also recognized dandelions, tulips, black roses, and elderberries, and as for the remaining four flowers, Martin had not seen.

Some of them are as brilliant as the stars in black, some are as enchanting as the legendary flowers of the Styx, and some of them remind Martin of the heavenly flower garden, white and pure.

"Who are you?"

Just as Martin was indulging in the gorgeous picture of the mural, a female voice with a somewhat languid air rang out in the hall.